he dawning evening kept bringing more and more peace of mind to Luciel. She felt no tiredness, none at all. Instead, revitalized- yes, that explained well how she felt under the cool moonlight. She was finding this place, Traum, much to her liking. Though it would never compare to her homeland, Galador, she still felt here she could find a foundation. And, she was already getting somewhere, for Luciel had a pack now. Though love was something she wouldn't feel again after Vespertillio, she still felt confident that here she could make a life.
Under the moon in this moment, something caused Luciel to turn around as her hackles stood slightly on edge. She took a moment, glaring into the caves, and closed her eyes- took a deep breath and damnit! how could she have missed that? There was a scent- faint but there no doubt. Her eyes opened, and now diluted rage filled the azure, and she almost thought to just run in there and tear away at flesh. However, Luciel was smarter than that. See, she liked her mind games, and mindless killing was no way to ensure that happened.
So, to start with, Luciel looked up at the moon with both anger and adoration in her eyes at that moment. From her chest, she let a deep growl swell there for a moment, growing bigger and bigger. Than, she snapped her head up and allowed it to transform into a mighty howl that shook her whole body. It lasted one second, two, three- it went on for a few moments after that. And when she stopped, she let her head fall as she caught her breath- then her eyes looked back to the cave, and they were glowing.
She put a grim smile on her black lips as she allowed the words to roll off her tongue with easy. Might you come out from hiding, coward? An accusation, of course. That was purely in her nature- but so was the taunting, the mocking, to make others angry. She was an instigator, and that, she might be cursed to forever be.